Sunday, September 27, 2009

Yesterday, we went out to visit Logan's grave. It's been a little frustrating lately because items that have been placed out on his grave have come up missing. I mentioned this on facebook and everyone was outraged and couldn't believe that this happens. It is actually more common than you think. It took me awhile to accept that it wasn't anything personal, although I think Logan's grave has now been targeted as one with "cool stuff." So, unfortunately, we can't decorate it like we have in the past. I have received, however, many interesting ideas such as attaching alarms, video surveillance, or simply placing labels that state "This was stolen from a baby's grave" or "You are being watched." I figure that the people who do such awful acts need our prayers more than anything else.

That's my brother.

The biggest gift we've received this weekend is that Olivia said her brother's name for the first time. We were looking at pictures of him and I asked her who that was. She said, "Lolo," and then kissed his picture. It brought tears to my eyes. What a sweet sister she would be!

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We will be praying for your family today and tomorrow. Hopefully God's comfort will be felt during this time. Althought I am sure it is hard to say, but I think Olivia is a great sister! We don't even know what she knows yet. She may "feel" Logan with her every day!

How sweet that Logan said his name and kissed his photo. I find it hard to believe that people could steal from a grave. Obviously they are not people who have lost a loved one. Yes, they need our prayer but that's not an easy request. Right now I am angry that they would do that to your sons grave. ((HUGS))

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I unexpectedly gave birth at 23 weeks to micro-preemie twins on August 27, 2007. Olivia Paige weighed just 1 lb 1.5 oz and was 11.5 inches long. Logan William weighed just 1 lb 1.75 oz and was 11.5 inches long. Our sweet Logan passed away after 1 month and 1 day. After 105 days, we were able to bring Olivia home. She is our miracle, our survivor, our joy. . .On November 20, 2012 we welcomed little sister, Abigail, into our lives. She was born at 35 weeks, but only spent 8 days in the hospital before coming home. We feel very blessed.To contact Ryan and Jodi you may email them at: jsail63@hotmail.com or joglunt@hotmail.com

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Playing In Heaven Instead by Jodi Glunt

You were the perfect little boyOf whom we always dreamed.Did you know we had your name picked out?All along or so it seemed.

You even had your daddy’s handsSo miniature in size.In life we never got to hold youOr even see your opened eyes.

We had so many plans for you.Did you know you are a twin?I wanted you to grow up together.What a pair you would have been!

I wanted to take you to the parkAnd push you on the swing.I wanted to teach you how to walk,And read and write and sing.

I wanted to show you a fire truckAnd let you ride upon a horse.I wanted to take you to the zooTo see the giraffes, of course.

I wanted you to watch cartoonsAnd play video games with dad.And you and I would take a napOh, the times we would have had.

But, your mommy’s plans were not to be.“I have other plans,” God said.“You won't be playing in life’s playgroundYou’ll be playing in heaven instead.”

And although I ache with sadnessAnd in my arms I long to hold.I’ll see you again in heavenWhen my story on earth’s been told.

A Poem

A thousand tiny firefliesParading through the nightIlluminate the starless skiesWith incandescent lightThey are miracles, here on earthSo bold, so strong, so wiseAnd bring to life a sense of worthFor those who lack great size.

Some of this life’s smaller treasuresAre the ones which matter moreThan the larger joys and pleasuresThat we have grown to adoreVolume is not as essentialAs the gift that lies insideSmaller souls with much potentialWho shall never be denied.

A thousand tiny firefliesParading through the nightIlluminate the starless skiesWith incandescent lightThese children, while born prematureAre testaments of worthTheir spirits bold, their futures sureTo ever bless the earth.